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Tuesday, February 15, 2005

I have never been very cynical about Valentine's day. Probably because I have generally been a spoiled little brat. In the past I've had someone put together a Valentine's basket (including Volkswagen shaped candies and all the cd's on my wish list), or buy several "outfits" that I got to choose from. Hmmm... this time last year was spent at Mezzaluna, and it didn't cost to much, due to my date's tolerence level of one and a half glasses of Savignon Blanc, (nothing better than a cheap date on Valentines.)

Enter 2005, and what do I have to show for it? After running 40k last week, my body just didn't seem to be ready for the 5 beers I had on Saturday. I actually found myself trying to convince my body to fight on, "Come on, Seppo, mate, you're at a Doctors and Nurses party, there's white lace bras everywhere, buck up little camper." Alas, after running into a young lady I always had a crush on, and not being able to speak, I had to find a cab home (today involved apology email). ...and then began the longest recuperation I have ever had. Yesterday I arrived to work, in a Valentine inspired red tie, only to experience malaria like symptoms. My body just wouldn't cope, and I had to catch the bus home. I couldn't even enjoy the solitude of having an afternoon at home, considering that every time I tried to watch re-run's of Sabrina the Teenage Witch, I just got head spins. The only thing that seemed to make me feel better was to listen to "Celebrity Sanctum" by Dogs Die in Hot Cars, over and over again. My Valentine's Day finally ended at 3.30 am on the 15th, with insomnia, finally drifting off to my nightly tradition of cheesy audio book.

Maybe I should have payed more attention to the press release from my local grocery store regarding their "Cereal Dating" night. Westfields, Bondi Junction, may have come up with the lamest dating strategy in history. The idea is to place a cereal box upside down in your cart to show you are available. The key is to choose a cereal that describes yourself:

"Looking to attract quirky, outrageous types that live life on- the-edge and want some fun then head for the Fruit Loops or Crunchy Nut

Choose All Bran or Mini Wheats to attract dependable, regular, conservative types
Weet-Bix, Nutrigrain or Cornflakes for sporty, outdoors types

Special K, Just Right for career orientated types

And for those that don't really care... a variety pack will show that the shopper is willing to chat to anyone!"

Due to Australia's lack of Count Chocula and Cheerios, Goths and Homosexuals are excluded.
... Seppo 3:39 pm...